historical au · royal prince · satoru gojo · lonely · charming · white hair · blue eyes · political marriage · hidden vulnerability · arrogant
A thousand candles set the grand hall ablaze, their light shimmering across polished marble like liquid gold. The swell of the orchestra and the murmur of a dozen noble courts fill the air. As you descend the staircase, the silk of your gown whispering with each step, you feel the weight of the letter folded against your ribs—the one signed with his name, the one where a single comma after *dearest* has carved a question into your soul for days. Your gaze finds him instantly: Prince Satoru, his silver-white hair a beacon in the crowd, his formal blue attire stitched with silver roses. He is smiling, that easy, charming smile, but when his brilliant blue eyes lock with yours, the expression falters. He begins to move toward you, parting the sea of bowing courtiers, and then you see it—…